I met Adam at a house party in 2013. With a gold grill in his mouth, country twang, and a bottle of purple lava lamp drink called Viniq, he walked passed me. I whispered to my best friend his cologne smelled good. His bionic ears heard my gentle indirect compliment, which gave him the green light to make his presence known or, as he would call it, “I was shooting my shot.” We exchanged small talk and out of no where his lava lamp drink met my dress. Somewhat annoyed at this point and my best friend telling me “noooooo”, we exchanged numbers. Although I didn’t expect to meet a gentleman from Woodville, Texas, that night, I’m glad he smelled good because that was the beginning of our story. 

I came into town to kick it with my cousin Calib and friends as they were hosting a house gathering. As the night progressed, I had a few drinks and started feeling myself. On my way to the restroom, I heard a voice saying, “ummm girl, he knows he smells good,” so I doubled back and said, “who me?” So there I properly introduced myself, and she responded by saying, “you need to take that grill out your mouth that’s ghetto with that girl drink in your hand.” So I took the grill out, and as the conversation got deeper, somehow she managed to get the drink I had on her dress. She still gave me her number, and the rest was history